• African American

    It feels so unreal. Friday night was my nightmare. It’s still my nightmare. it’s funny how when someone dies we just can’t believe it. It’s like we get infuriated when they don’t answer. I keep playing the scene over and over in my head and I just know tonight, I’m gonna wake up in cold sweats screaming my brother’s name. willing him to wake up, willing him to open that door. I want my brother back. Dear God I want him back. Give him back to me. Please I implore you give him back. How dear you leave your little sister all alone to fend for herself. Did you think…

  • African American

    Prologue

    It was one of those dreary days.  Not real wintry, just the kind of day that was best spent in doors sipping coffee or a latte.   But not for me.  I had to go against the grain. I was at Barnes and Nobles moaning and groaning on the phone.  Recalling how much I missed Borders Books.  Terique was quite accommodating.  He let me ramble on about how unsatisfied i was with having to shop at B&N when Borders the love of my life had passed way (went out of business).  So  here I am perusing the aisles, looking for books in Fantasy fiction and Fiction; indecisive  about what I wanted to…

  • African American

    after careful self-analysis, I’ve determined that I’m very goal oriented when it comes to work.  I like working in teams especially when the overall work ethic is  great.   But when it falls on the opposite end of the spectrum, I find it disheartening; frustrating even.   I think it’s a big deal when co-workers show up late or not at – all. or when other people don’t pull their weight.  because I know how great the results would be if we could all just band together and get it done.   same theory applies to living together in a household.  But when one person’s pulling their weight and the rest isn’t, it…